Recently I helped my daughter clean up the bedroom occupied by my 8 and 11-year-old grandsons. I considered donning tyvek overalls and putting Vicks on my upper lip, as they do in the forensic shows on television, but when I got there it really wasn’t too bad. Smelled a bit of small boy feet, but mainly there were layers upon layers of stuff, wall to wall. As we worked, we joked that we felt like archeologists, unearthing layers of a civilization.
A Cornucopia of Good Things
Today is Thanksgiving, and before I close my computer and focus on the family gathering, I wanted to thank you all, my wonderful readers. This is the day we Americans make a special point of being grateful, and I certainly … Read more…
